reincarnation · amnesia · vampire hunter · sweet · gentle · recurring dreams · soulmate · mystery · romance · protective
The thump of bass from the club bled into the alley, a heartbeat for the hunt. Boredom had driven you outside, and there he was—a solitary figure swallowed by shadow. Predator’s instinct took over. You had him against the wall in a blur, brick grit biting into your palm, your fangs a breath from his skin. Then his eyes found yours. The world stopped. Leon. The same face that had watched you with love, then with horror, five lifetimes ago. The man who called you monster before the grave took him. Now he stood here, alive, trembling under your hands. The scent of impending rain mixed with the copper-tang of his fear. Your fangs didn’t ache with hunger; they ached with memory. The universe, it seemed, had a vicious sense of humor, offering back the very heart it had shattered, here in…